A hole opens and a drill protudes through it until it is pulled out, revealing blue lens. Farther away, it reveals the face of a green and white mixed metallic being.

"Ugh, rust. Hate it when it gets on the chassis."

A chuckle echoes.

"You just hate doing the rusty work, Bulk."

It revealed two mechs drilling through the rust-made wall.

"Well, I wouldn't let it get on my servos, Jackie."

The white but slightly shorter mech, Wheeljack, elicited a smirk.

"Allow me." 

He took the drill from Bulkhead, his best friend and drilled another hole in the rusted wall, opening it wide enough for him to pass through.

"Scrap, it's dark."

He later converted himself to a vehicle with it's lights flashed on and accelerated through the dark hallway. Alongside a green heavy-duty vehicle.

"Whoa, this is quite spooky. I wonder how long this highway goes on? Cycles?"

"Maybe cycles more during the war, Bulk. Looks like no-bots used this when the Cons raged war on our afts!"

"That makes us the first to be here since the war."

They continued accelerating through and through until they suddenly stopped and converted back to their walking forms, where they walked toward what may seem to be a Cybertronian resting in a throne.

"A surviving Cybertronian?"

Wheeljack went in to check the seemingly inert Cybertronian.

"Huh, he looks shut down."

He then opens his Spark chamber.

"But his Spark is still intact. Doesn't look like it's left his chassis."

Bulkhead then puts a finger on his ear.

"Ratchet, come in. We got ourselves a live Cybertronian down here in the Iacon Undergrounds, just below Alpha Trion's archives."

"Bring him to me, Bulkhead. I'll get to work on him as soon as you arrive."

"Copy that."

He takes off the finger on his com button.

"Alright, Jackie, let's-"

"GAH!!!"

Wheeljack found his throat on a clenched grip of a hand.

"You... dare... disturb... my... slumber?!"

"Sorry for that. And for this!"

Wheeljack kicks off the taller reactivated Cybertronian and transforms.

"Let's get outta here!"

He accelerates to full gear and speeds off, followed by Bulkhead and calls Ratchet via coms.

"Ratchet! Ratchet! Requesting backup! Our Cybertronian's woken up and he's mad! Requesting backup now!"

"Acknowledged, Wheeljack! Reinforcements are on the way!"

"Trespassers!.... will... be... DESTROYED!"

The Cybertronian emits energy that flows like electricity from his arms and casts them on the fleeing automobiles, prompting the duo to suerve in serpentine formation every time the energy strikes upon them like lightning.

"Sparks, Jackie, this bot isn't messing around!"

"Then quit whining and go faster, Bulk!"

Despite moving on their top speeds, the Cybertronian was keeping up with them, his legs transformed into a pair of propellers, spinning fast enough to form a whirlwind raging like a storm.

"Uhhh, how about moving in on top speed Bulk? You couldn't outpace Arcee on that speed."

"I know that- ahh! Faster! He's gonna scrap us apart!"

Alongside the restored Iacon Highway leading to the archives, the reinforcements were moving in at their top speed.

"Scrap, what in the Allspark did Bulkhead and Wheeljack do this time?"

"Maybe they angered a bunch of moles underneath the ground?"

"Hilarious, Smoke. Hilarious."

"Hey, I was just say-"

"Save it, both of you! We have a job to do! Bumblebee, go in ahead!"

"Got it, Magnus."

Meanwhile, both Bulkhead and Wheeljack managed to reach into the hole they dug in to get in the Archive Underground, then transformed, their hands transformed into blasters.

"Uhh, Ratch? That backup?"

"It's almost there, Bulkhead. Just hold your position."

"Well hurry up! Our friend's going to break in like a mad bull!"

The reinforcements arrived, composed of four Cybertronians.

"What have you both done this time?"

"Slow down, Arcee. We haven't done anything bad yet. We just-"

The hole they used to go in expanded, large enough to fit the Cybertronian's size.

"You little scrapheaps!"

The reinforcement Autobots switched their hands into blasters.

"Stop right there!"

He did not heed the warning and rammed at the Autobots, who dived out of his way, allowing him to ram to a wall, and fall flat on his head, knocked out.

"Who was that?" Arcee said, glaring at the heavy set of the Autobots.

"Dunno. We just found him with an intact spark, but he woke up mad and tried to"

"Wait..."

The elder medic of the Autobots looked at the out cold Cybertronian and spoke...

"It can't be..."

"What is it, Ratch?"

"It's him, Bulk, it's... Omega Scion."

The Autobots gasped collectively...

One of the wisest since Alpha Trion has been found.

5 cycles later...

"Omega... is that you?"

The ancient Cybertronian awakens...

"Ratchet... it has been too long since I have seen you... when Iacon fell... when Cybertron fell apart..."

"That's long in the past, Omega. Today, we have a chance to rebuild Cybertron once more."

"I see..." 

But the ancient Cybertronian felt his optics flashing in white.

"What's happening, Ratchet?!" Arcee says upon arriving.

"Stay back! Don't get close to him!"

The femme Autobot nodded as she was as bewildered as Ratchet.

Omega eventually stops his flashing optics.

"Hahh... yes, I... see now... the future... is this. Ratchet, what happened?"

"It's a long story, Omega, I'm sure I can explain this to you while we go out."

After Ratchet told him of what happened. The conflict with the Decepticons, the struggles to keep humanity and Earth safe, Unicron's repeated returns, Optimus Prime's sacrifice to defeat save Cybertron, Megatron's dissolution of the Decepticons and departure from Cybertron, all while Omega was lying dormant beneath Cybertron's depths.

"I see... so after the great conflict that lasted for eons... peace has come to Cybertron at last."

"That and more to come, great Omega."

"I never thought that peace would be possible... especially since the war."

"That's long over, Omega."

Omega himself looked onto a rebuilt Cybertronian city... Iacon.

"Now we can hope for a future for our sparklings. And the means to defend it. But right now."

Omega jumps down from the tower he came from while conversing with the Autobots, much to the shock of the Autobots.

Bulkhead asks "Is he out of his processing unit?"

"I hope not." 

But once he fell down, his gifts of telekinesis prevented his fall that could have turned him to scrap. His hands rising up like an acolyte, as the metals beneath him erect a metallic structure taller than a Cybertronian hab block.

The Autobots nearby regrouped and looked at awe at Omega's construction of such a building.

"Ratchet, we found your guy, and he's making some kind of building."

"Relax Smokescreen. Do not engage."

"Copy that."

Smokescreen alongside Bumblebee saw Omega going inside the building once it was finished, and decided to follow suit.

Once they saw inside... well... it was a sight to behold. It was much like a larger version of the Gardens of Kaptracta where the Autobots even did tranquil reflection.  Long before the war.

"Can't you believe this Bee? I can't believe an Elder would make this in hours! Where it can take our best construct-bots gigacycles!"

Bumblebee walked downstairs and saw statues of... strange Cybertronians with animal-esque skins. One of them he sees reassembles some kind of local creature from Earth... perhaps a silverback gorilla?

"You've come at last."

Smokescreen looked at a Cybertronian that oddly looks like Grimlock, but purple.

"What's this, old timer?"

"This... is my Chambers. My Reflectionary Chambers. It is here, that I look into the future of the Autobots and Decepticons millennia from now."

"But... the Decepticons are no more."

"No... but what if remnants of them were to survive."

Both Smokescreen and Bumblebee looked around where Omega Scion is, he seems to speak to them via intercom, but they can't find him.

"I wonder..."

Then he came down on them in a floating platform. It reminded Smokescreen of Perceptor, Primus rest his soul.

"...what if the future holds more than just machines disguised as vehicles?"

"What do you mean?"

"In here in these halls, you will see your... descendants of an age far different than ours. The Maximals and the Predacons..."

"Who are these factions, Omega?" Ratchet asked, arriving with Bulkhead, Wheeljack, Arcee and Knockout.

"Descendants of the Autobots and the Decepticons. That may explain the flashes. Those were the visions of the future..."

"So what happened to them?"

"That I cannot explain word by word... but... it can be viewed in the future."

The globe around this structure... began to glow, prompting the Autobots to shield their optics.

"Take a seat around the Orb of the Future... and I may show you that future."

Having since then longed for a break after endless cycles of working, they all take a seat...